Street Nigga, I Am Who I Am

Very few Niggas make it to a key, lucky me playing with them bricks, 14 a week, making 7 thousand off each, she my Georgia peach, I bit -n- to her and spit her out with Big Meech, much love to my Nigga though, it’s just my time to eat, I’m a Nigga from the streets, America you’ve made me this coke slanging, white willow weed smoking thief, and yeah I’ve been to prison, that real sh*t, it taught me a lot, it’s five o’clock, it’s time to make salat, you hear the Mu’adhdhin calling the Adhan it’s up to you to get up or not, CO’s f*cking -n- the assistant warden on the low sucking and that medicine you’re taking ain’t ibuprofen, they killing us, but who sees me suffer, if you only knew tax payer’s money ain’t did nothing, school teachers pregnant by the student, so is the vice principal, ain’t no principles, it’s about them decimals -n- who’s impressing you, sh*t all a game the way I see it, in this game you ain’t got to be an athlete to compete, I’m perfectly stitched into the streets, I got a wife -n- kids -n- I ain’t been home in weeks, my money speaks and all those around me listen -n- hold my d*ck, when I’m pissing and whatever else I tell them to do they listen, I met the devil two days after my daughter’s christening, he pushed me, I pushed him back, he said listen I said no you listen, our diamonds were glistening, who can be the most arrogant, f*ck that nigga, I met -n- disobeyed God, I told the devil I’m just as hard as you, f*ck a P.O.-n- a C.O.-n- the PO PO, the whole Judiciary system you know crooked, motherf*ckers hiding behind their education, learn about your ancestry my nigga, for we still on Masta’s plantation, street nigga or field nigga, both are fascinating, sitting Indian style while me -n- the Devil conversating, while me -n- God debating, I heard the real truth, trillion dollar statements, I got to do a lot of decision making, listen to God or keep counting paper with Satan, to who am I gravitating, wanting to have the whole world, to a street nigga that’s liberating, it’s got to be a Heaven, I breathe in his air, Eve keeps f*cking up my concentration, I feel like the Devil thinking for me, see the type of sh*t I be contemplating, no pork, just turkey bacon, As-Salaam- Alaikum, now if you’re Muslim, everybody hating, America-n-her ugly faces, a hate that supersedes being racist, clockwork ain’t sh*t done on occasions, black man where you at, they’ve conquered you, now the war is between them Caucasians -n- them Asians, let me add to the math, I forgot about the Arabs, and we happy with a pair of Jordan’s -n- a iPad, I am who I am, a street nigga, before I cry, I’ll laugh, sh*t crazy now look at me at the top of my game, writing myself this letter, for I’m going to be a street nigga 4ever, it’s a different type of cold outside for us, street niggas have our own weather, I am who I am 4ever.
 
This sh*t is designed for us to fail
But it’s all up to you not to fail
Remember that.